one of many times i pressed a sharpened kiss
across my thighs and over my hips
smudged my blood on the wall and it stayed there for years
no one but me ever saw that dried up red smear
we’re getting strewn up in our most wicked thoughts
trying to break free picking at the knots
till our fingers bleed paint our bodies red
an art piece looking back at us from the wall over our bed
gonna wipe down that wall but the stain will remain
dedicated to the memory of white hot pain
your skeletons are yours, my skeletons are mine
in a thousand years scientists study our bones intertwined
we’re getting strewn up in our most wicked thoughts
trying to break free picking at the knots
till our fingers bleed paint our bodies red
an art piece looking back at us from the wall over our bed
took a while to learn how to project my voice
ventriloquism’s hard when you’re shouting white noise
white noise
Jack is a master of the sublte. Epic in scale and delicate in delivery, often turning emotions on a short sequence of notes. I wish they would embrace singing more as well because The Balad of Sister Rust and Tell Me are both incredible examples of their talent and ability. hazelforgotten
The Toronto collective leverage their blackened post-metal catharsis into a timely treatise on unity, empathy, and resistance. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2024